A biography for Zane Greyhasn’t been written yet.
“Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.”
“There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.”
“What is writing but an expression of my own life?”
“I will see this game of life out to its bitter end.”
“I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.”
“I love my work but do not know how I write it.”
“I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.”
“I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.”
“These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.”
“Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.”
“I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away.”
“Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.”
“It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.”
“The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.”
“Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.”
“Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.”
“The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.”
“Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.”
“No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.”
“I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.”